Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 4 Accepting the Invitation

The window, which was not completely closed, revealed a small gap, through which scattered neon lights and street lights could be seen.

The sound of stage singing and background music penetrated the wall, passed through the corridor, and entered the office, becoming somewhat muffled.

The crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling rotates slowly, causing the light and shadow in the room to float slowly.

"I've looked up relevant information and discovered that the Hogwarts textbooks are all decades old. 'The Life and Social Habits of British Muggles' was published in the 70s, and 'Muggles Who Discovered' is from the 50s... No-Maj, or rather, your research on Muggles, is still stuck in the steam engine era and is completely outdated."

Melvin spoke eloquently, the result of his correspondence with the No-Maj professor at Ilvermorny:
"As Professor Fleming wrote in his paper, wizards look down on Muggles with a self-righteous and arrogant perspective, and can only see the superficial surface. Students should adapt to the new era instead of memorizing adventure novels from ten or even dozens of years ago..."

"An insight as profound as the mark of a sword in a stone..."

Dumbledore looked up at Melvin, his deep blue eyes filled with admiration. "Ms. Burbage has expressed similar sentiments. She always said that wizards' arrogance is withering magic, but most wizards still cling to ignorant pure-blood beliefs and refuse to even step out of the castle to see the concrete sky."

"Ms. Bubbaji?" Melvin expressed his confusion at the right time.

"A friend of mine, an expert in Muggle lands."

"He's also a candidate for Muggle Studies professor, right?"

Dumbledore couldn't help but smile, and didn't deny it. "Compared to staying in school to teach, she would rather learn more about Muggle society. She plans to lock her wand in a box and live in London as an ordinary person for a few years."

"A pure-blooded wizard can have such thoughts. She reminds me of the naturalists in the Age of Exploration."

Dumbledore was a little confused: "Naturalist?"

Nicolas Flamel, standing nearby, explained, "The scholars aboard the ships of the Age of Exploration were generally well-educated and well-educated, yet they were willing to risk their lives to explore the wider world."

Melvin nodded and added, "Their mission is to open the eyes of ignorant and backward people to the world. I hope that Hogwarts students can also become naturalists of the wizarding world."

"Praise your aspiration." Nicolas Flamel raised his teacup, this time containing genuine black tea.

"In the name of the Headmaster of Hogwarts, I promise you."

Dumbledore's voice was gentle but firm.

After seeing the two old men off, Melvin leaned back in his chair, his eyes slightly narrowed, staring at the hanging crystal chandelier.

The last time they met, Nicolas Flamel was the one chatting with him, and Dumbledore was listening in and rarely interrupting. This time, it was Nicolas Flamel who was silent. If there was anything in common, it was probably that both of them had glanced at his ring many times.

There was no sign of Legilimency, relying entirely on the knowledge and vision accumulated over many years.

It took me nearly half a year to confirm that the marks on it belonged to Slytherin.

Learn until you are old, live until you are old.

Melvin stroked the ring, thought for a moment, then stood up and walked out of the office.

There was no small talk tonight and the negotiations went very smoothly, so the main hall had not yet cleared. The carefully designed lights illuminated the stage and the audience seats were shrouded in shadow. The assistant lady stood near the VIP passage, looking up at the stage with a slightly smug expression on her face.

Melvin turned his head to look at the stage and just caught the most exciting part.

The musical currently being performed is "The Green Witch," the first play he designed at the Gershwin Theatre, and the one that helped him and Miss Assistant gain a foothold on Broadway.

There are many magical scenes in the play, and the stage effects are designed by Melvin, who is a professional in every sense of the word.

Looking back now, I already feel a little nostalgic.

Melvin approached with light steps and said in a low voice, "Claire."

"Mr. Levent."

"I'm going to leave."

"Going to Hollywood?" The assistant was not surprised.

"No, I plan to go to the UK for further studies and explore the market at the same time."

"Oh……"

“But you have to go to Hollywood.”

"what?!"

……

Night time.

Dumbledore walked slowly along the street, his eyes moving back and forth, full of curiosity about the things on both sides of the road. He was holding a can of Coke in his hand, an aluminum can that had just been taken out of the freezer, and water droplets condensed from the water vapor kept sliding down.

Compared to the red cola I drank last time, this blue sugar water seems sweeter.

Nicolas Flamel walked slowly, his steps trembling slightly. "If I'm not senile, then changes to the teaching content require a written report to the school board and the Wizarding Examinations Authority, right?"

“Mrs. Machiban will agree.” Dumbledore automatically ignored the existence of the Board of Governors, took a sip of his cola, and suddenly changed the subject: “Is the matter of the Philosopher’s Stone settled?”

"If everything goes well, it has been placed in the underground vault of Gringotts, but..."

Nicolas Flamel paused. "I mean, are you really sure? There hasn't been any news of the mysterious man in over a decade."

Dumbledore's smile faded, his eyes dark and deep. "If Voldemort is really hiding in Albania, he will not miss Quirrell. He likes souls like that the most. If Voldemort returns to Britain, he will definitely not miss the Philosopher's Stone."

Nicolas Flamel couldn't help but frown: "You couldn't stop that young man?"

"I have tried before."

Dumbledore sighed. "Before I left school, I had a conversation with Quirrell. He has completely lost himself in the pursuit of dark forces. His soul is immersed in the shadow of black magic, and even Fawkes's fire cannot purify it."

"Ugh……"

"Nicol, we must admit that even the Imperius Curse cannot completely change a person's mind. I cannot change Quirrell's choice either."

"I just regret that the peaceful days only came for a short time."

……

……

Professor Lewynter:

I apologize for sending this informal letter so soon before starting work, but life is like this, and the unexpected always comes with tomorrow. I have encountered some obstacles in my job search.

You are a very good wizard, but the world values ​​false reputations more, especially those old wizards who are older than me in the Wizarding Administration. After hearing about our meeting, these old professors want to meet you in person and may ask some empty and general questions. I hope you can be prepared in advance.

Don't worry too much, others may not understand your insights, but Ms. Marchbank is an open-minded person and believes that things will eventually work out.

It was late summer in Scotland, and a torrential downpour was pouring down from the castle towers. I was sitting in my office listening to the rain, while Hogwarts awaited the arrival of a new professor.

Your future colleague, Albus Dumbledore."

Early in the morning, at the door of the Woolworth Building, Melvin put the letter he received that morning into his pocket.

He was dressed in classic wizard attire, with his wand tucked inside his lapel and carrying a brown suitcase, which didn't attract much attention.

This neo-Gothic high-rise building has a total of 57 floors and is approximately 792 feet high. Construction began in 1910 and took three years to complete. Considering the construction efficiency of the United States, it is hard to say that the Magic Congress was not involved at the time.

It was a bit surprising that the staff member in charge of the contact was a familiar face.

Auror Mr. Graves was born into a wealthy family. His mother was the former President of the Congress, Seraphina Picquery. Perhaps influenced by his mother since childhood, Graves always had lofty ideals. After graduation, he joined the Magic Congress, refused help from his family, and dreamed of restoring the family's glory through his own efforts.

However, his career development was not smooth. After twenty years, he only became the director of the Auror Office, and even a deputy at that.

Melvin walked into the building calmly.

He had been having an unpleasant quarrel with Mr. Graves.

He had just arrived in New York six months earlier, and his stage designs had caused quite a stir, appearing in newspapers, both No-Maj and wizard.

It wasn't long before the news spread that the Law Enforcement Department noticed his behavior, and a deputy director of the Auror Office happened to be at a critical juncture for promotion, so he resolutely filed a complaint after the Easter holiday.

Melvin later won the case and Mr. Graves was demoted.

Who would have thought of this?
The middle-aged Auror followed beside him, silently watching Melvin cooperate with the staff to register his wand, issue the Hogwarts acceptance letter, and smoothly complete the exit procedures.

"The portkey from New York to London is about to be activated. Passengers, please be prepared. Ten more..."

"I'm going to miss you, Mr. Graves."

"Shut up."

"Seven, six, five..."
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MACUSA: A History

Since its founding, MACUSA's headquarters has moved five times.

In 1693, after the MACUSA was established and stabilized, a large magical building was built in the Appalachian Mountains as its headquarters.

In 1760, MACUSA relocated to Williamsburg, Virginia, the hometown of then-President Thornton Harkaway.

After Harkaway's fall, MACUSA moved to Baltimore, where President Amber Fleming lived.

After the outbreak of the Revolutionary War, in order to avoid the war and the No-Maj government, the Magic Congress moved again and came to Washington.

In 1892, due to the Bigfoot unrest, MACUSA moved from Washington, D.C. to the Woolworth Building in New York.

(End of this chapter)